Trouble at t’mill

C’est le maître du moulin qui marie sa fille.
Il la marie à un vieillard plaisant,
Hélas, la pauvre fille n’a encore que 15 ans.

Quand ce fut le matin jour, elle s’en va chez son père,
Hélas mon père, vous avez bien grand tort,
De me donner un mari, la nuit le jour il dort.

Pardonne ma fille, pardonne, pardonne à la vieillesse,
Il a beaucoup d’argent, tu seras sa maîtresse,
Hélas mon père, au diable son argent,
Moi j’aimerais mieux un homme à mon contentement.

1 La Malmariee, by the Cock and Bull Band. “This miller, he married his daughter off to a ridiculous old man. Pity the poor girl – she’s only 15 years old. Well, the day after, she comes back to see her dad. “You know what, Dad?” she says. “You’ve only given me a husband who SLEPT all night long. What’s that about?” “Oh, sorry about the old bloke, my daughter. He’s got loads of money and you’ll have the spending of it!” “That’s not good enough, dad – to hell with the money, I’d rather have a chap who’ll satisfy me, know what I mean?”
2 The Trees They Do Grow High, by Martin Carthy. Opposite thing! (Though the young husband does know what to do with it, apparently.)
3 I Always Cry at Weddings, by the In and Outlaws. Total cheat. This is my son’s band, and he wrote the song.
4 Madonna’s Wedding, by Richard Thompson. Bit of a stretch with some of those rhymes, RT.

La Malmariee, plus a couple of tunes
The Trees They Do Grow High
I Always Cry at Weddings
Madonna’s Wedding